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telarynTitle: Taking What You Want
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telaryn
Word Count: 557
Fandom: Avengers
Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: Cap struggles to reconcile his complicated attraction to Tony Stark with the simpler sexual morals of his youth.
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo's Round 3, for the prompt "moral quandary".
Even if it was private in his quarters, Steve Rogers was pretty sure that jerking off wasn’t a helpful response to his latest close encounter with Tony Stark. He’d barely made his escape as it was, and he could only hope Tony hadn’t seen the tenting of fabric at his crotch as Steve’s dick got hard. Steve wasn’t an idiot – the combination of “casual” touches and pointed comments may have finally broken down his defenses, but it still didn’t mean acknowledging that Captain America had a thing for Iron Man was the right thing to do.
Steve’s S.H.I.E.L.D. assigned therapist had recently decided it was time for them to start looking at the nuances of 21st century sexuality. He’d tried really hard to keep an open mind during the sessions, but the discussions had started reminding him of conversations he’d had with Bucky back in the day. Memories had made it hard to focus, and in the end everything had ended up a jumbled mess in his head.
Even if Steve accepted the idea that homosexuality was a valid lifestyle choice – and he’d never really cared one way or the other – Tony still wasn’t proposing anything more than a casual “hook-up”. It was proving easier for Steve to accept that he might be gay than for him to deal with the idea of a purely physical relationship with the handsome playboy millionaire.
“I need to relax.” Going to the tiny refrigerator he kept in the corner of his quarters, Steve took out a bottle of water. Cracking the seal, he drained the clear liquid in a single swallow.
“Maybe you need to pour that over your head.” Startled, Steve whipped around to see Tony leaning against the open door frame. Stark at least had the grace to look mildly embarrassed. “You didn’t shut the door all the way.”
“You could still knock,” Steve snapped, unexpectedly angry at the intrusion.
Tony’s eyes widened – he was clearly startled at Steve’s reaction. “You’re right. I could have. But everybody already knows I’m a rude, self-centered bastard.”
Steve looked at his teammate for a long moment. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, and his dick was still hard and aching. Morality is not absolute over time. If two consenting adults are attracted to each other, and both are willing to act on that attraction, the decision to proceed lies between the two of them. Tony Stark wasn’t a subtle man. Even though he’d never come out and said it, Steve would had to have been an idiot to miss the fact that Iron Man wanted to sleep with him. The only hurdle in this situation is you.
Before he had a chance to second-guess himself, Steve stalked across the floor – closing the physical distance that separated them. Cupping Tony’s face between his palms, Steve leaned in and kissed him.
For his first serious kiss with another man, it wasn’t nearly as smooth or confident as he would have liked. Stark didn’t seem to mind though – his mouth was open and eager, and Steve thought he could hear a low, pleased moan in the back of the other man’s throat.
“I’m still not giving you a promise,” he murmured when their lips finally parted. “That’s not who I am – I haven’t changed.”
Steve met his eyes squarely. “Get in the bedroom.”
Author:
telarynWord Count: 557
Fandom: Avengers
Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: Cap struggles to reconcile his complicated attraction to Tony Stark with the simpler sexual morals of his youth.
Author's Note: Written for
angst_bingo's Round 3, for the prompt "moral quandary".Even if it was private in his quarters, Steve Rogers was pretty sure that jerking off wasn’t a helpful response to his latest close encounter with Tony Stark. He’d barely made his escape as it was, and he could only hope Tony hadn’t seen the tenting of fabric at his crotch as Steve’s dick got hard. Steve wasn’t an idiot – the combination of “casual” touches and pointed comments may have finally broken down his defenses, but it still didn’t mean acknowledging that Captain America had a thing for Iron Man was the right thing to do.
Steve’s S.H.I.E.L.D. assigned therapist had recently decided it was time for them to start looking at the nuances of 21st century sexuality. He’d tried really hard to keep an open mind during the sessions, but the discussions had started reminding him of conversations he’d had with Bucky back in the day. Memories had made it hard to focus, and in the end everything had ended up a jumbled mess in his head.
Even if Steve accepted the idea that homosexuality was a valid lifestyle choice – and he’d never really cared one way or the other – Tony still wasn’t proposing anything more than a casual “hook-up”. It was proving easier for Steve to accept that he might be gay than for him to deal with the idea of a purely physical relationship with the handsome playboy millionaire.
“I need to relax.” Going to the tiny refrigerator he kept in the corner of his quarters, Steve took out a bottle of water. Cracking the seal, he drained the clear liquid in a single swallow.
“Maybe you need to pour that over your head.” Startled, Steve whipped around to see Tony leaning against the open door frame. Stark at least had the grace to look mildly embarrassed. “You didn’t shut the door all the way.”
“You could still knock,” Steve snapped, unexpectedly angry at the intrusion.
Tony’s eyes widened – he was clearly startled at Steve’s reaction. “You’re right. I could have. But everybody already knows I’m a rude, self-centered bastard.”
Steve looked at his teammate for a long moment. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, and his dick was still hard and aching. Morality is not absolute over time. If two consenting adults are attracted to each other, and both are willing to act on that attraction, the decision to proceed lies between the two of them. Tony Stark wasn’t a subtle man. Even though he’d never come out and said it, Steve would had to have been an idiot to miss the fact that Iron Man wanted to sleep with him. The only hurdle in this situation is you.
Before he had a chance to second-guess himself, Steve stalked across the floor – closing the physical distance that separated them. Cupping Tony’s face between his palms, Steve leaned in and kissed him.
For his first serious kiss with another man, it wasn’t nearly as smooth or confident as he would have liked. Stark didn’t seem to mind though – his mouth was open and eager, and Steve thought he could hear a low, pleased moan in the back of the other man’s throat.
“I’m still not giving you a promise,” he murmured when their lips finally parted. “That’s not who I am – I haven’t changed.”
Steve met his eyes squarely. “Get in the bedroom.”
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